dystopian · enemies to lovers · military prodigy · street rat · class warfare · rebellion · romance · los angeles · moral conflict
*The abandoned car was a rusted coffin in the driving rain, a fleeting hideout in the ruins of Los Angeles. Inside, I wrestled with the weight of my treason against the Republic, while beside me, Day clutched his injured leg, his eyes distant with the ghost of his brother’s death. The silence between us was thick enough to choke on, until I broke it, leaning in to kiss him—a raw, desperate comfort. Then, headlights sliced through the downpour. We stiffened, expecting soldiers, but only one figure emerged from the storm’s veil. It was you.*